Bobby: Red, Hot & Blue, Book 6 Read Online Free PDF Page B

it said all he needed to say. He caught her scowl in the mirror and smirked. She wanted to play around with bee boy? Ha . He’d show her how to play games.
    The good news was that by the time they arrived at the scene, it appeared the horse’s owner was already there. The bad news was that the horse was good and truly spooked.
    Thinking that the last thing the horse needed was his patrol car frightening him more, Bobby parked far away. Before going over to talk to the owner, he set up flares in the road. The other thing the horse didn’t need was to get hit by a driver unaware of the danger.
    He walked up to the young girl standing in the road looking very flustered. “He yours?”
    She nodded. “I don’t know how he got out.”
    “We’ll figure that out later. Let’s just worry about getting him back in for now.”
    Bobby saw the girl looking over his shoulder and realized his ever-present shadows must be back there. He hooked a thumb in their direction. “Ignore them.”
    She went from staring at them, to him. If he wasn’t mistaken, she actually batted her eyelashes. “Sure, Deputy. Whatever you say.”
    Great, now she was flirting with him. Just what he needed with the camera rolling.
    “You got a bucket of feed and a lead rope?” Bobby brought them back to the task at hand. She nodded but didn’t make a move. He raised a brow. “You wanna go get ’em?”
    “Sure.” She smiled wider. Finally turning, she swayed her narrow hips all the way across the road and headed for a barn not too far away.
    Bobby shook his head. He didn’t even own a horse and it seemed he knew better what to do than this girl. An old farmer lived here. Bobby knew the man, he just hadn’t realized how old his daughter had gotten. Poor guy had his hands full with this one, but that wasn’t Bobby’s problem. Although this loose horse sure as hell was.
    He glanced back to the horse. The animal was big. Real big. It looked like a draft horse breed. Guessing it weighed close to a ton with no exaggeration, he was just considering what damage two thousand pounds of scared horse could do when Christy appeared next to him.
    “Get back in the car,” he said flatly.
    She planted her hands on her hips and glared. “No. Why? So you can flirt with the proverbial farmer’s daughter in her cut-off shorts that leave her ass cheeks hanging out?”
    He raised a brow at Christy. This, he really didn’t need right now. And who was she to accuse anyone of flirting? Clenching his jaw, he repeated, “Get back in the car.”
    “If you want to be mad at me, fine. But you can’t stop me from doing my job.”
    “And you can’t stop me from doing mine. It’s not safe out here. Get back in the car or you’ll never ride with me again.”
    It seemed to Bobby that Christy was never one to do what she was told. She let out an annoyed huff of breath but didn’t move. She had just opened her mouth, most likely to fight with him some more, when the horse decided he didn’t like it on that side of the road any longer. Spooked or something, he came galloping straight at them.
    Thank God, Fletch was out of the horse’s path shooting the scene from the side of the road, because Bobby had barely enough time to save himself and Christy. They were both about to be trampled. Wide-eyed and frozen in place, Christy showed no sign of moving. Bobby didn’t take the time to think about it, he simply picked her up, flung her over his shoulder and ran. The horse passed them so closely he felt its tail hit his shoulder.
    Bobby watched the horse run directly to the girl and the bucket of feed. That had been what spurred the gallop. The damn food he’d asked her to get.
    Since they seemed to be safe, he dumped Christy back on her feet. He left his hands around her waist when he felt how unsteady she was, which put his fingers against the warm, bare skin at her waist.
    Their eyes met and for a moment insanity must have overtaken him because he nearly lowered his head